I lacked the wisdom that I thirsted for.
With scripture burned into my breast, I prayed
To God. I laid in lilies to implore
Of Him who gives to men and not upbraids.
The golden morn was tarnished by the woe
That seized my hope. But light pervades the night,
And in a pillar overhead, a glow
Above the brightness of the sun. In white
Two figures stood in front of me, and One
Did place His hand upon the other’s frame
And uttered, “This is My Beloved Son,”
Inviting me and calling me by name.
Upon both palms laid graven all my sin.
Christ died for me so I can live again.
See this poem published on the Brigham Young University Museum of Art’s blog page.